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86-was-his-year · 6 years

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A Small Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: None

Requested: No

Summary: You have writer's block and you are too tired to deal with it so Peter helps you wind down for the night.

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The computer screen lit up my eyes as I read over my paper again. A.P psychology was way harder than I had originally imagined. With papers due every Monday and tests every Friday, nothing was getting any easier. I’ve always had my friends by my side, cheering me on in my efforts but, they never really helped with the homework portion. They greatly boosted my morale and helped me get through my low times but they never really helped the situation going on in my head. I know that I’m in way over my head but my scheduling counselor said I had the smarts and the ability to take the class with ease. She said it would look great on a college application and it would boost me up in the curriculum. Of course I said yes, she made it sound like a walk in the park to me. Not so much work that you barely have time for friends anymore, which I was losing more and more of each day.

*BING*

The sound of my messages going off pulled me from my thoughts in a flash. Instead of wasting energy to pull out my phone from my dresser I pulled up the messenger on my computer and looked through all the new messages.

Peter Parker

“What are you doing up?”

Y/N

“Trying to figure out this A.P psych paper. It’s driving me nuts.”

Peter Parker was one of those people that you could count on no matter what the circumstance. Had a bad day? Peter is there with cuddles and compliments. On your period and need chocolate or you might kill everyone that even looks at you? Peter is on the way with chocolates, a heating pad, and some aspirin to cheer you right up. Having a hard time in class cause you sleep all day and stay up all morning? Peter is there.

I remember when I first met Peter. I hated him. He was just about the smartest kid in school, practically had every teacher wrapped around his little finger. So, imagine my anger when almost all of my teachers told my counselor that I needed a tutor. And me being just about the dumbest kid in the school they had put the smartest student to the task of teaching me. Our counselors had set up a meeting time and I had to be there according to my mom. As I walked to the small library I thought about turning away and going to my favorite coffee shop for an hour and then head back home. But, the thought of leaving the poor little guy there for him to sit and wait held me to my path.

The first glance of him was definitely not what I expected. When he saw me and stood up to greet me I was shocked. He was at least half a foot taller than I was and when I shook his hand the grip was firm and confident. His light brown hair fell over his eyes as we sat down. He insisted on getting to know each other before he started tutoring me so we could break the ice a little. I found that he wasn’t so hard to talk to and that we were mostly into the same things.

We met at that same library for two months until my teachers agreed that I didn’t need a tutor anymore. We decided not to lose contact though, as most people do after they are done with something like this. We decided to stay close and I didn't realise it then but I had formed a small crush on Peter Parker. It still remains, unspoken of and not shown when we are together. I still hate Peter Parker but, not in the ways I had before.

Peter Parler:

“You’ve been working on that since last Wednesday!”

Y/N:

“Yeah, and I still haven’t got a good idea on this damn paper.”

The fail in my words on the paper began to frustrate me infinitely. I looked at my paper and rubbed my eyes tiredly. It was obviously writers block which, is common if you have as many paper due as me but that doesn’t give me an excuse to ditch the paper. If I get so much as one zero in this class it’s all screwed.

Peter Parker:

“Maybe you should take a break?”

His text made me smile. Always caring about everyone but himself.

Y/N:

“Can’t. This paper is due in two days and im stressing out. I’ve obviously got a huge case of writer's block and I just have to get over it and get this paper done.”

I sat back in the chair I was sitting in and watched as his text bubbled began to come up and go down. Waiting for Peter’s text messages was the best thing I did all week.

Peter Parker:

“That’s it. I’m coming over. Unlock your window.”

Y/N:

“Peter you can’t. It’s 11 at night.”

Peter Parker:

“Too late. Be there in 5.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled at his stupid persistence. I got up and stretched my sore muscles before unlocking the window for Peter. I rummaged through my closet and found some black sweatpants and an old shirt that my dad had given me to wear. I sat back in the chair that had confined me ever since I got home from school and waited for Peter to arrive. My eyes drifted to the picture of Peter and me at the park. My mother had secretly snapped it while we were too busy having fun to notice. Peter was behind me while I was on a swing. She got the picture just as he had pushed me higher on the swings. Our faces were ones of pure joy and I smiled as I let my eyes droop. I worried about the paper so much that I didn’t notice how tired I really was and before I knew, I was slipping into a deep sleep.

“Y/N?” A voice had stirred me from me dreams. I immediately opened my eyes and began to panic. Was it a burglar? Was it someone out to murder me and my family? I scrambled to get up, looking for something to defend myself.

“I know karate and I’m not afraid to seriously mess you up.” I slurred as I put my hands up in a defensive stance.

“I’m quaking in my boots.” I recognised the voice instantly and put my hands down.

“Sorry Parker, I’m not as sharp as I used to be.” I slurred back.

“Yeah, you’re smarter. Let’s get you into bed.” He said putting his strong arm around my weak shoulders. His comforting arm led me into bed and was about to tuck in the covers when I stopped him.

“Can you stay for tonight?” I asked trying to stay awake long enough to get my request out. He seemed shocked at first but smiled and nodded.

“Sure. Just let me get some pillows and blankets for the floor.” He said before finishing tucking me in.

“Why does the floor need pillows and blankets?” I asked with a small laugh.

“I’m sleeping on it you stinker. I don’t want to be cold.” He chuckled at my tired state.

“Nooo.” I whined as he began to walk away from the bed.

“Yes, Y/N?” He asked lightly. His eyebrows were raised in question and his lips quirked in a tiny smile.

“Don’t sleep on the floor. Sleep in my bed, with me.” I said pulling the blankets back off of me, creating a pot for him to scoot in.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea Y/N. You’re super tired. Don’t you want the bed all to yourself?” He asked slipping off his shoes before peeling off his sweater, revealing a snug white shirt.

“No, please Peter!” I begged pulling the covers father away from my bed to prove my point.

“Okay okay. Just relax.” He hopped into the beg and as soon as he got settled I laid my head in top of his hard chest and threw my short arms around him.

“Mmm. You’re so warm.” I said, snuggling in closer.

“Go to sleep Y/N.” he chuckled before softly circling his arms around my sleepy figure.

“M’k” I said before letting my eyes fall for a second time.

“I love you.” Peter whispered into my hair.

“I love you too, Parker.” He seemed startled that I was still awake to hear his confession but he chuckled and rubbed his hands down my arms when I responded.

Maybe I don’t hate Peter Parker after all.

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